One Day
By George Sterling
From the eternal mountains the sun
comes splendid.
The veils of night are rended,
And the immortal sun
Beholds man's toil begun.
Lever and axe await him, wheel and
prow
His hand is on the plow.
On the mid blue of day the sun stands
splendid.
The eternal heavens ascended.
Man girds him ending soon
The fleeting truce of noon.
The dust goes up. The labor of his
hands
Is great in all the lands.
To the eternal sea the sun goes
splendid.
The toil of man is ended.
He turns him, to his food:
He knows that rest is good,
Having won love, and slumber in the
night.
And faith that all is right.
"Written for The Christian Science Monitor" George Sterling, Christian Science Monitor, March 25th, 1922, pg 23.